Like light from a candle
A shadow on the wall
A flicker of color
Amongst brown walls
The taste of sweet liquor
Found from days of old
I am your
Beacon of hope
I can be me for you
Trust this path
We’ll conquer new worlds
Come away
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I like the conquer new worlds part. Something very nice about that.
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Thank you. Peaceful, don’t you think, Duke? *sees your mind working overtime while polishing your ship* This is a photo from that ranch.
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I do! What a lovely place it must be. *takes off in the ship*
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It truly is…
*gets in my row boat*
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*wants to be in the row boat too*
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*finds my red rope and tosses it to you* Happy to have you, Duke.
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*smiles*
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🙂
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Beautiful I love the Beacon of Hope.
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Thanks, Cleo. How are you? Hope all is well. ~
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All is good thank you! My son is coming home for Easter break on Saturday which makes me happy. I love stopping by and reading your poems, they get better each time 🙂
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Now he is something to celebrate! I remember being so excited about going home for the holidays. I still do come to think of it. Enjoy your time with him.
Thank you. I just keep hoping that the words continue. I enjoy writing them very much.
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Well you keep up the good work and I will continue to enjoy your beautiful words 🙂
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So sweet..no pressure on your end.
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Very lovely poem.
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Thank you so much, my friend.
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Keep thinking of the sweet liquor from days of old. Rather risky to drink that stuff. 😉
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Haha. You may be correct… I will if you will, Charles. You first…. 😉
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Been there, done that, everything is fuzzy afterwards.
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Haha. I bet.
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